My haircut

I got my haircut today for the first time in two years. No seriously. It's not an exaggeration at all. My last haircut took place when Lily was just six weeks old-March 11, 2006.

The entire thing was exciting. I'd been growing my hair for two years in the hope that I would be able to donate it to Locks of Love. But when it got unmanageable and didn't seem to be growing any more, I decided it was time to give up on that dream. So imagine my surprise when my hairdresser told me I had enough! I had ten inches! I immediately told her I wanted to donate it. I couldn't believe it. One of my dreams was coming true!

When she finished cutting and styling, I couldn't believe how light it was, or how good it looked. I went to my mom's to pick up the kids (since Shaun was working late) and my kids just looked at me.

"What do you think?" I asked.

Nobody answered.

I kneeled down to my daughter and asked her. "What do you think of Mommy's hair? Do you like it?"

"I like my hair," Lily said and touched her own head. Not exactly the response I was expecting or hoping for.

When we got outside, I asked again. I was sure they were just distracted. That was why they didn't answer me. "What do you think of my haircut?" I asked Andrew.

Andrew studied it and made a face. "It looks weird."

"What?" I said, hurt.

"You don't look like our Mommy anymore," he said and crawled in the van. "I thought Daddy liked long hair."

"Yeah, you're not our mommy," Lukas chimed in.

I shook my head, not believing my ears. What would Shaun think?

I worried on the drive home, sure he would hate it too. But I'd done it for a good cause. I wanted a child to have my hair. It was important to me.

When I walked in the house moments later, I faced him waiting for the comments. "So what do you think?"

"That looks nice," he said. "I really like it."

I breathed a sigh of relief. He liked it. Someone liked my haircut. Not just someone. The only man whose opinion mattered to me. One more quote from him, "You're beautiful."